ᴏʙx ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

killing is nature.~ r.c.

TW: DEATH, MURDER, SPEAKING OF SUCIDE AND MENTAL ILLNESSES.

lex had a mental illness. she was obsessed with death her whole life. when she was fourteen, she attempted twice in the same year, which resulted her to be put in a mental asylum, planning to stay for several months but lex was a liar, a great compulsive liar. and she got herself out within two weeks. surprising right?

she had a list of mental illnesses/things she had, in alphabetically order.

- depression
- obsessive compulsive disorder
- personality disorder
- substance abuse
- suicidal and homicidal tendencies

she would often hide them by keeping away from the world and taking her pills. until one night, she started to stop taking her pills, the pills was the only thing that's keeping her sane.

it would take her around a month for her illnesses to slowly kick in, so during the month, this is what it looked like.

WEEK ONE. THE PERSONALITY DISORDER.
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"lex! lex!" her mother had said, lex not paying attention. until she snapped back into her body. "w-what?" lex says, almost dropping her food.
"are you okay?" her mom said. " yeah i'm fine. sorry. i'm just sleepy." lex said, fighting back from zoning out and jumping into another personality. her body was screaming at her then lex let go. she realized that she was in her favourite body, "veronica."  veronica was this girl who was like so full of herself. it was one of her personalities that stuck with her her whole life.
"mom can you give me fourty bucks." lex had spoke, through veronica. "uhm, no?" mom had responded to her, which angered veronica. "why not?!" "alexandra what is wrong with you!" "i'm not alexandra! i'm veronica!" 

the shouting had caused her to snap back into her own body. "alexandra.... have you been taking your pills?" "yeah i have been! sorry mom i don't know what happened. i'm probaly getting used to the new pills."

lex had lied. it was a while since she lied so she was a bit rusty.

WEEK TWO. OCD.
she got up from her bed and her feet hit the ground, but it didn't feel right. she had done it six more times until she finally got up. she went to the bathroom and got specifically twelve squares of toilet paper to use. her number was always sixes. she washed her hands and pumped the soap six times as she left the washroom. she noticed the mess in her room and her stomach started to turn. she immediately started to pick up trash and threw it in the trash can. there was a metal can of soda that didn't make any sound. she reached for it again and again and again until she felt relived with the accurate noise. now she was wiping her table. she washed it whole over and over until she cleaned it six times.

"hey... wow you're really cleaning...." her mom stood by the door frame. "what's so wrong with a change?!" lex had said, panting after cleaning.  the mother nodded, eyebrows furrowing in concern. she walked off. lex tapped on her desk 12 times as she laid in her clean made bed.

WEEK THREE. THE DEPRESSION WHICH LEAD TO SUBSTANCE ABUSE.

lex had laid in her bed all day, blaring music into her ears.

"hey baby... are you okay?" mom had sat on the end of the bed, rubbing her leg gently. "it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon and you haven't ate anything...."

lex sat up a little and played it off well. "oh yeah i'm so tired. i don't feel that well either. could you make me a grilled cheese sandwich?" "of course baby." mom had left the room and lex stared at her phone, staring at rafe's contact number. it's been a hot minute since she called him. now rafe, he was just like lex, slightly less crazier. but he was like her. they met over coke basically.
drug-dealing was their only source of a relationship. lex had pressed the call button and it rang for a few seconds.